White balls of cottony yarns
spread across a beautiful canvas of blue,
stood the Epitome of power and Independence,
like a young king overlooking his country,
his significance personified by the ticking needles...
It seemed to beckon to me,
"Every passing minute is a moment of history in itself",
Each minute reminding you constantly,
that the time left is getting reduced with the passing second.
I stood there admiring it's serene beauty,
and was immediately surrounded by a peace so profound.
White and pink lilacs waved back at me,
smiling and playing along with the wind,
and like a moth attracted to the light,
I was hypnotized by this brilliant sight,
walking the threaded path all the while,
Mesmerized by it's majesticity,
Mesmerized by our Clock Tower.
spread across a beautiful canvas of blue,
stood the Epitome of power and Independence,
like a young king overlooking his country,
his significance personified by the ticking needles...
It seemed to beckon to me,
"Every passing minute is a moment of history in itself",
Each minute reminding you constantly,
that the time left is getting reduced with the passing second.
I stood there admiring it's serene beauty,
and was immediately surrounded by a peace so profound.
White and pink lilacs waved back at me,
smiling and playing along with the wind,
and like a moth attracted to the light,
I was hypnotized by this brilliant sight,
walking the threaded path all the while,
Mesmerized by it's majesticity,
Mesmerized by our Clock Tower.